Purple Warbler Happy Paradise
Clouds faint moon beautiful star twinkling,
The wind shakes the charm of the melodious.
Barefoot in the pine waves, the sea of clouds, ethereal, taking advantage of the bright moonlight, walking unrestrainedly, drifting freely,
Find a corner to look at the weary bird perched on the branches,
The moonlight of a hand like water, let the eyes shine in the gaze, let the eyes flow in the rotation,
Like a meteor, it draws a beautiful arc in the night sky, and whistles at the end of the arc until the clear sky, let the wings fly wildly.
I hope that in the cloudy forest, there is a rocking chair that can make people feel comfortable, and I close my eyes slightly, and in the company of this pleasant and brisk song, I am shaken into a deep sleep.
Or place a tall and flat boulder under the moonlit night, sit on the edge of the stone to let your feet hang in the air, play your legs leisurely with the beat, taste the picturesque night at will, quietly let the night flow away, and look forward to the clarity and ethereal after the spectacular spray of dawn.
The moonlight is like water, the stars are dotted, the wisps of acacia are hanging upside down in the center of the lake, and the rhythm of the drum gently beating is like the footsteps of pedestrians, deep into the lungs, leisurely walking between the deep mountains and pine forests.
The silhouette of the clouds ethereal, wading through the mountains and wading through the waters, plucking the fog and making shadows.
The deep affection of the past life has prompted a delicate smile, and the passion of the afterlife has bloomed with the clear glow of the pool.
Leaning in front of the window, full of fragrance,
It is you, and you and the kite, like a lonely acacia, step by step, merge into the mirror-like lake, break the calm of the night, and ripple the body and mind.
The glittering clouds, please don't wet my eyes, take me to a dream, just let the fluttering melody fill the whole dream, break free of the shackles, flutter your wings and fly high, gently raise your footsteps to ride the wind, I hope to be drunk, a thousand years, don't wake up...
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